Serena Portal
I remember
where we used to meet.
There is no address.
It is a place
of the soul.
It is the spaciousness
of the one Heart.
In the magic
of synchronicity
and deep truth.
I meet few there.
I’d like to meet you
there
again.
As if we ever left.
Nap is my middle name.
(Seriously, it is. Look at the middle of my name. Or naP.)
I cannot say
from one day
to the next
how my heart
will heal
Or what it may desire.
I only know
it is my deepest wish
to be present
for myself.
To stay
To witness
To hold
To let my Self see
There is at least one
Who can be counted on.
Dear Love,
Help me to keep
This promise
This time.
Dear Love.
This love affair
with God and Self
is so delicious.
Excuse me
if some spills on you.
